“It's the little details that are vital. Little things make big things happen,” (Wooden John) This quote is very true to me because of what happened to me after a long day of fencing in Dallas Texas during the summer of 2016.
Nervousness griped my heart harder than my younger brother who was gripping hand so tightly that I was sure his knuckles were whiter than ebony. We were sitting in the back of my aunts small car as we drove silently through the streets with sirens blaring, and police lights all round. We slowly worked our way through the city going through seemingly every single back alley in Dallas. My Aunt and my Grandparents were thinking so hard on finding a way back to the hotel and to total safety, I swear there was steam pouring
Nervousness griped my heart harder than my younger brother who was gripping hand so tightly that I was sure his knuckles were whiter than ebony. We were sitting in the back of my aunts small car as we drove silently through the streets with sirens blaring, and police lights all round. We slowly worked our way through the city going through seemingly every single back alley in Dallas. My Aunt and my Grandparents were thinking so hard on finding a way back to the hotel and to total safety, I swear there was steam pouring